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Please could I request a fic where the reader is best friends with Sebastian and ominis but after the reader smells them both in the amortentia potion they realise they love them and starts to avoid them. When Sebastian and ominis realise they are ignoring them they try to confront the reader to try to find out what’s going on and the reader is really scared to say why as they fear rejection. Please could the ending be fluffy and steamy 💙💙
Warnings: A little angst, but fluffy + steamy ending. Not explicitly smut, more of a make-out session,but Dom!Ominis, Sub!reader and Switch!Sebastian.
Synopsis (suggested): Sebastian and Ominis x reader where the reader smells them both in the amortentia potion, and ends up avoiding them in fear of being rejected.
Word count: 3.4k
Poly!Sebastian x gn!reader x Ominis
A/N: Not proofread. A little more angst than I intended it to be, but it's still cute. I hope @danielle-marie (who requested this) enjoys it, as it's my first request hehe.
"Today." Professor Sharp started, his monotonous voice cutting through the chatter of students. "We will be brewing the amortentia potion. Can anybody tell me what such a potion is used for?" He asks quietly, limping out from behind his desk to stare the class down with an icy glare. You look away, Sharp's intimidating demeanour sending a chill right down to your bones. You knew he was a just and fair professor, kind in his own way, but it was hard not to be a little scared of him and his stern exterior- especially taking into account how many powerful wizards he'd taken down during his time as an auror. Just as you were about to open your mouth to answer his question, another voice spoke. "It's a love potion, sir. Used to cause the drinker to fall in love." You looked over to Ominis with a smile, glad to see him participating in a class you knew he didn't particularly enjoy.
"Correct, Mr. Gaunt. 10 points to Slytherin." Proffesor Sharp said with an impressed nod, before turning to the chalk board behind him and waving his wand. With the flick of his wrist, words began to appear upon the black surface- information about the amortentia potion and the necessary instructions to brew it. "However, amortentia does not precisely create love. Love is an emotion so complex it is impossible to manufacture or force. Amortentia merely causes an intense infatuation. It is banned upon Hogwarts grounds for a reason. The power of obsession is not to be trifled with, it can cause darkness in people that most wouldn't think possible- in fact, I dare say that it may be one of the most powerful concoctions known to the wizarding world."
You flipped open your potions text book, skimming through a few pages until you found the page on amortentia. It was complicated- and you weren't exactly the best at potions as it was. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard footsteps behind you, and it took a good ounce of effort not to whip your wand out then and there. After a year of being hunted by poachers and goblins alike, you had a hard time remembering that not everyone behind you was a threat. "(Y/N)?" You heard the familiar, low rumble of Sebastian's voice behind you. "I left my potions textbook in the common room...do you think I could work with you on this?" He asks with a sheepish, shy grin, a red blush growing on his freckled cheeks. You notice him swinging his hands by his sides, a nervous habit you knew he'd had after a year of being friends with him. You let out a small, light-hearted sigh, shaking your head with a smile. "Be more careful next time, okay? Sharp won't be too happy with you if you make a habit of losing your things." You speak, stepping to the side slightly to make more room for him at your potions table. Perhaps having Sebastian's help wouldn't be so bad- he was pretty good at potions, after all.
After a short run down from Professor Sharp on the instructions of brewing amortentia, you began to set out all the things you'd need. Ashwinder eggs, pearl dust, a fwooper feather and a few other things. "Okay. I think we're all ready!" Sebastian said, clapping his hands together with a smile as he looked down at your potions table. Ominis was working on the table beside you both- potions class was one of his least favourites, as it wasn't really possible for him to use his wand to navigate. So, he'd gained the habit of working closely to you and Sebastian, whom he trusted with his life, in case anything were to go wrong. He trusted the both of you to tell him if he was about to mess up- because in potions, a small mistake could be the difference between life and death. After all, potions was a precise art and it was difficult sometimes to be precise when you couldn't see.
You got to work filling your cauldron with a base of water from the black lake, stirring in a small amount of pearl dust- so far so good, it had already begun to take on the pearlescent sheen that was characteristic of amortentia. You heard Sebastian click his tongue from next to you, and saw him wave his wand. A fire roared to life under your cauldron, the flames licking up the sides softly. "Now now, (Y/N), how do you expect to brew a potion without the cauldron bubbling, hm? Perhaps your mind is elsewhere today?" He teased softly, unaware that he was quite right with his little joking assumption. You weren't really focused today, all that seemed to plague your mind was thoughts of your best friends. Sebastian and his effortless charm that made you flustered beyond words. Ominis and his subtle care and tenderness that made your heart race out of your chest. "Quiet, Sallow." You deflected quickly, shooting him a playful glare. He was about to say something in retaliation, only to stop short when he was stared down by Professor Sharp.
Sebastian cleared his throat awkwardly. "Okay- stir clockwise for 5 whole minutes.." he trailed off with a groan, but began to stir the potion with his wand nonetheless. While he did that, you got to work. Placing a graphorn horn into the mortar and pestle, you began to crush the tough material. It was a bit of a struggle, and you could only get it into small chunks, while it was supposed to be a fine powder. Sebastian was busy stiring the cauldron, so he wouldn't be much help right now. Just as you were about to give up hope and cast reducto to reduce the horn to powder yourself, another voice spoke up behind you. "You won't do much to that horn by just crushing it. You have to grind it." Ominis spoke kindly, coming up behind you and hovering his hands over yours. "May I?" He enquires softly, which made you smile. Ominis was always so considerate. You nod, and he places his hands over yours, guiding your hands to perform a grinding and pulverising motion. Your face flushed at the proximity, the feeling of his chest pressed against your back, his hands closing over yours and his fingers a hairs breadth away from interlocking with yours. You watched as he skilfully crushed the graphorn horn into a powder, wondering how he did it so well without being able to see what he was doing.
When he finished and stepped back, you felt your heart skip a beat- perhaps relief that he'd stepped away and allowed you to breathe again? Or maybe dissapointment that he was no longer so close to you. "T-thank you, Ominis." You speak quickly, trying to act like you're not freaking out internally. He returns to his table with a gentle nod, and you could swear you saw a flush across his pale cheeks. As you turn and place the mortar and pestle back on your table, you accidentally brush up against Sebastian. The action causes him to jolt in surprise, and knock the ashwinder egg off of the desk. You bend down to get it, but in one swift motion, Sebastian has one hand across your shoulder, holding you up, and the other cupping the egg. Just how good were his reflexes? "Careful. If this broke, we'd end up with a magical fire on our hands- and Professor Sharp really wouldn't like me then." He smirks, his face so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath. In that moment, you weren't sure if the heat that was pulsing through your entire body was because of Sebastian or the egg he was holding that radiated warmth.
You quickly shift out of Sebastian's grasp, placing the ashwinder egg back on the potions table, inside a small nest that you'd conjured to keep it from rolling away or falling again. If either Sebastian or Ominis speak again, you don't hear it, too busy dicing up a mandrake root for the potion. As you put the ground graphorn horn and mandrake into the cauldron, it begins to take shape. It is a faint purple, shiny spots dancing in the liquid, and a swirling, spiraling steam begins to emit from it. The faint scent of ancient magic lingers in the air, causing you to sigh happily. You'd never sniffed amortentia, but knew it always smelled of what your favourite scents were. Adding the last ingredient and casting a small charm on the cauldron, it burst up in a cloud of bright pink smoke. Large hearts were floating up above the potion, mingling in with the smoke and steam. "Well done. 10 points to your house, (L/N)." You heard Professor Sharp's approving tone behind you, bringing a proud smile to your lips.
Class was dismissed, and you packed up your things and slung your book bag over your shoulder, gazing over the classroom for your two best friends. Sebastian and Ominis were talking to eachother idly, walking off to their next classes. You jogged up to them, jovially placing an arm around both of their shoulders, practically inserting yourself between the both of them. "Ah, (Y/N), there you are. Look what I snagged." He says with a grin, shaking a small vial of bright pink liquid between his fingers. You gasp, playfully smacking him over the head. "Hey! I did most of the work making that, it's only fair you give it to me." You huff playfully, snatching it from his hand. Ominis only smiles and shakes his head, a deep chuckle coming from his throat. "I've never smelled it before- hang on, I wanna see what it's like." You say, twisting the small golden cork off of the bottle and bringing it up to your nose. You were immediately hit with a whiff of ancient magic, an acrid but still pleasing scent that almost seemed to crackle with electricity and sent jolts through your body. Laced amongst that, was a mossy and damp, but musky and pleasant hint. One that immediately had your eyes widen the size of saucers. It was the same smell that clung to Sebastian- it had since that night in the catacombs, and although it was initially unpleasant had now become one of your favourite, comforting smells. Also unmistakable, was the hit of smoky yet floral, expensive musk of Ominis' cologne. Some luxurious French brand you couldn't even pronounce. Surely this was a trick- you had to be smelling it because of your close proximity, not because you were secretly in love with them or something. "I have to go." You shoved the potion back to Sebastian, leaving the classroom in a rush without another word.
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You'd spent the next couple of days avoiding Ominis and Sebastian wherever you possibly could. Hiding away in your dorm, not sitting at the Slytherin table during feasts like you usually would, making excuses whenever they asked to talk with you. You felt really bad and even a little lost without them, but it was better than what you'd convinced yourself the alternative was- them finding out about your feelings and being disgusted with you or ruining what you had. In classes, multiple teachers had asked if you were feeling okay, noticing that you weren't with your best friends as you usually were. You'd been paired with Ominis in astronomy, and skilfully avoided any questions he asked you by outright ignoring him. You saw how disheartened he looked, how his face dropped as he quickly gave up trying to talk with you.
Right now, you were sitting outside of your common room, revising your herbology homework in peace. The scratching of your quill against parchment, and the crackling of the hearth burning next to you lulling you into a sense of security and familiarity. You were humming a faint tune to yourself, only bought out of it as you spotted feet paused right in front of you. As you looked up, your eyes met a very pissed looking Sebastian and a hesitant Ominis, eyes fixed to the ground even though he couldn't see. "Alright, what's up?" Sebastian hissed, his arms crossed over his chest. "You've been avoiding us for 3 days straight, and you've hurt Ominis' feelings!" He growls out with such anger that it actually makes you shiver. Your face falls at this information, breath hitching in your throat. "What?" You choked out, looking over at Ominis with saddened eyes. You hadn't meant to hurt either of them, and it broke your heart to know that you had.
"Ominis, Sebastian, I-" you began, placing the parchment you were working on over the desk, and standing up slowly. Your nails were digging in so hard to your palms that you felt blood begin to bead from the indents. You hung your head, biting your lip as you thought of what to say. When you looked back up again, Ominis was gazing at you with his typical calm demeanour, and Sebastian was looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. "I'm sorry." Was all you were able to choke out, trying to fight back tears that picked at your eyes. "I just...the other day, during potions. I smelled the both of you in the amortentia- and I guess I panicked. Suppose I didn't know what to do, because I'm so damn scared of being rejected and ruining what we have- and, it's not like I could have the both of you, anyway." You hadn't even realised that you'd been rambling or that there were tears streaming down your face until Ominis had his lips against yours, his hand cupping your cheek and wiping away your tears.
When he pulled away, you looked like a deer in headlights. Body stiff and a shocked, flustered look on your face. "(Y/N) (L/N), you absolute git!" Sebastian laughed loudly, pretty much running into you and hugging you so forcefully that you were pushed right up against the wall. "Shut up. Ominis and I have been smitten with you since fifth year, how have you not noticed?" You pushed him away, looking up at the taller with an incredulous expression. "Wait, you what?" Your voice was raised, but not angry. "It's quite true, I assure you. Sebastian and I look at you like a mooncalf looks at a full moon." He chuckles quietly, and you sigh in relief. You're so glad that you didn't cause any irreparable damage in your relationship with the two, although you still felt horrible for hurting Ominis' feelings.
"My turn." Sebastian spoke simply, pulling you into his chest and leaning down to kiss you. His kisses were more rough than Ominis', fiery and passionate but not aggressive- even as he held you, his grasp was gentle and tender, a nice contrast to his feverish kissing. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected both of your lips, and your faces were both bright red. Ominis was off standing to the side, his face equally as warm- he wasn't really hiding the fact he was enjoying the prospect of his two friends kissing. You knew that Sebastian and Ominis had both liked eachother- they'd both confided in you at separate times, and you'd done what you could for them. It hadn't crossed your mind that they'd also liked you too.
"I say we go somewhere more private, yes?" Ominis rumbled into your ear, his voice more husky than usual. You felt his warm hand slip into yours, and Sebastian followed suit, his hand finding purchase on your other. Now, you were sandwiched between two pretty Slytherin boys, and you couldn't think straight. "I agree." Sebastian nodded with a smirk, beginning to walk. You let the two guide you, unsure of their plans- although you weren't complaining either way. You got a few odd looks from some students as they watched the three of you walk hand-in-hand, but most people wisely looked away. The three of you were notorious after last years events, and most people were too intimidated of you, Seb and ominis and thankfully steered clear. As you climbed up the stairs of the astronomy tower, you realised that the boys were taking you to the room of requirement.
"This is your idea of private?" You giggled, about to speak again when you were roughly shoved against the wall by a pair of strong hands. "As long as you're quiet, no one will be any the wiser." Ominis laughed, his hands running over your hips as Sebastian's lips collided with yours. The sounds of yours and Sebastian's lips gliding over eachother's were almost lewd and caused a heat to pool in the bottom of your stomach. You felt Ominis slip between you and the wall, caging you between himself and Sebastian. The taller pulled away from your lips, leaning his forehead against yours as Ominis' hands found their way to your ass. You felt him roughly grasp at your flesh, kissing his way down your neck as Sebastian kept his hands on either side of your head. The feelings were overwhelming your senses in the best of ways, a mix of a gasp and a moan ripping it's way from your throat.
Sebastian pulled away completely, as did Ominis- you were about to complain, until Ominis took control and shoved Sebastian against the wall just as the latter had done to you moments ago. It took them mere seconds to begin kissing eachother, Sebastian's hands intertwined in Ominis' usually slicked back hair. It was an insanely hot sight, Sebastian, who usually tried to act tough, coming undone under the hands of his best friend slash boyfriend. Your breaths were coming out laboured, heat blossoming all over your body. When the two pulled away from eachother, their lips were swollen and red from kissing, wet with eachothers saliva and their hair tussled messily. It was truly a gorgeous sight to behold, the boys you loved making out with eachother.
Sebastian looked at you, obviously breathless and red, and extremely shy. Ominis didn't even need to see to know that he'd made a flustered mess of both of you, a proud grin on his lips. You sat down on the cold floor, grateful that it cooled your flushed, sweaty skin. You slipped your robes off, rolling up your sleeves. It was only now, as your adrenaline began to subside, that you noticed the sting in your hands, and the blood thickly dripping down your palms. Oh, had you dug your nails in that deeply? Sebastian sat down next to you, clicking his tongue as he noticed the wounds- they weren't deep or serious, but they hurt a bit. "Tsk, how'd you manage that?" He asked softly, taking your hands into his and examining the wounds. He hummed, taking out a small vial of wiggenweld potion from his pocket- you and Ominis had convinced him to carry at least one with him at all times because of all the duels he got into.
Ominis sat on your other side, waving his wand and conjuring a pot of tea in front of you. You felt Sebastian's calloused fingers tracing over your hands, then a sting that made you jolt back into Ominis' lap. "Ouch, sorry-!" Sebastian winced, but you shook your head, grateful for the help as you watched the small wounds slowly heal up until your hands were as good as new. "No, it's okay. Thank you. Both of you." You whispered shyly, taking your hands back and fiddling with your fingers. The three of you sat in comfortable silence, the close proximity making you feel safe and cozy. The crackle of the hearth and the chatter of the beasts from your vivarium was enough to eventually lull your tired body to sleep. Unbeknownst to your now sleeping form, Sebastian and Ominis were smiling down at you, chattering quietly.
"Sebastian?" Ominis spoke quietly after a short while of silence. The other hummed in response.
"I think I really love them." There was silence, and Ominis could immediately tell that Sebastian was pouting deeply- it was almost scary, his ability to tell what was going on despite his lack of vision.
"Oh, don't be jealous, you prat. I love you, too." He softly shoved the other boy, but then leaned over your sleeping form to kiss Sebastian.
Just thinking about Ominis tracing his hands over his partner's face (even though he's already done it a million times) to remember what they look like. Or at least, that's the excuse he uses to be up close and personal with them because he wouldn't actually admit that he just wants to touch them.
Will you do more Poppy smut? I loved the warmth of you!!! If you are gonna do more could you do more
!gnreader or !femreader or maybe an OC?!
Yes! I plan on doing more, I really enjoyed writing the warmth of you. I'll probably do some fem!reader if I do another one. Perhaps I could try an OC, yes- if you could tell me some info about them. :)
What request are you most looking forward to doing :)
I'll pretty much write whatever is requested of me! I can't guarantee I'll have a set schedule cause I can get pretty busy, but I'll try to post as often as I can with the time I have. You can request anything, and I'll try my best to bring the idea to life. :) <3
Synopsis: After 2 months of travelling as a curse breaker, you couldn't be happier to be home with your wife.
Wife!Poppy Sweeting x gn! Reader
Word count: 2,519
A/n: Not proofread. Poppy and reader are both aged up in this. Poppy took over Brood and Peck, and reader is a curse breaker. Reader is gender neutral, as their body isn't described in detail.
Between Poppy's busy life caring for the animals at Brood and Peck, and your constant travels to different countries for your work, you seldom got to spend as much time with your wife as you wished. Before you even entered a relationship, you made sure that Poppy knew you'd be more occupied with work than you sometimes desired to be- sometimes even having to go months away from the familiarity of your home in Hogsmeade. Such was the case these past 2 months. You'd been dispatched to Egypt, tasked with researching and breaking an ancient curse on one of the pyramids- you hadn't wanted to be away from Poppy that long- but you were the only one fit for the job, wielding ancient magic and all. Although you were used to the travels and such that came with the job of curse breaker, you still got homesick.
You gazed out the window of the moving train, your hands resting in your lap idly. You hadn't been on the Hogwarts Express in years- and just sitting in the train compartment had you reminiscing of your sixth year, the first time you'd actually been able to ride the train to Hogwarts. Part of you still wished you'd been able to experience this as a first year, and ride the boats across the river- but the other, stronger part of you wouldn't change the life you had for anything, despite its ups and downs.
Rain spattered against the window harshly, making you grimace slightly. You should probably have packed a more warm coat- you'd been in the egyptian heat so long that you'd forgotten some places weren't all dry and arid. You fidgeted with your fingers, a mix of anxiety and excitement bubbling up in your chest at the prospect of returning home. You and Poppy had been sending letters back and forth to eachother for about a week, both equally as excited for your return. The train chugged closer and closer to Hogsmeade by the second, and if your senses were right- which they usually were- it was only another half hour or so until you were back in Hogsmeade. This bought a small smile to your lips, as you lay your head back and relax, sleep soon overtaking your jet lagged and travel-weary body.
You awoke slowly, roused by the cease of movement in the train- you wouldn't think such, but the soft chug as it moved was awfully affective at lulling one to sleep. A few passengers were making their way out, and you noted the only other person in your compartment, some stern ministry looking witch, was no longer present. Shooting up perhaps a little quicker than intended, you grabbed your suitcase from under your chair and stood. Quickly departing from the train and into Hogsmeade station, you inhaled deeply, a smile on your face. Despite the rain and what some would consider dreary weather, you were glad to be back. The air smelt of wet soil and rain, but it still held a hint of the familiar scent of butterscotch and metal that Hogsmeade was known for.
You pulled your dragonhide cloak closer to your body in an attempt to combat the chill, dragging your things behind you as you walked the familiar roads. Navigating Hogsmeade was second nature to you at this point, so it was no surprise when your body, as if on autopilot, dragged you to The Three Broomsticks. The second you opened the doors, you were hit with the familiarly sweet scent of butterbeer, a hint of a burning hearth on the air. The environment was effortlessly warm and inviting, especially when you locked eyes with an absolutely gleeful looking Sirona. "(Y/n)! The witch greeted you brightly, wasting no time pulling you into a firm, comforting hug. "How have you been? How was Egypt?" She asked with a bright smile, speaking loudly to be heard over the drunken cheers of The Three Broomstick's other customers. "Good! Good." You say in response, settling down on a barstool with your luggage at your feet.
Sirona wastes no time sliding you a warm, frothing mug of butterbeer- 'on the house', as usual. You wonder how she even makes an income practically giving it away for free to anyone she likes. You sip it gratefully, warmth buzzing in your chest as the familiar sweetness blossoms over your tastebuds. "Do you have what I sent you the owl about? My...special request?" You ask Sirona with a sly grin, to which she nods in response.
After a small while catching up with Sirona and a few familiar faces- being Ominis, who had taken up position of Hogwarts matron, and his husband Sebastian, Defence against The Dark Arts professor- you left with a warmth in your chest and a large case of speciality made butterbeer levitating behind you. It was Poppy's favourite- an extra sweet and floral version of butterbeer that Sirona only made to order. It was expensive, but worth it- Poppy would kill you if she knew the price, but you made enough money curse breaking to support the both of you, anyway.
You felt slightly nervous as you approached Brood and Peck, gloved hands tightening around the handle of your suitcase. After madame Peck left the shop to Poppy, the two of you had expanded it, to include a cozy but big enough home for the both of you to live in as well as allowing Poppy to continue her business. Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and stepped out of the rain, into the warmth of Brood and Peck. Poppy was behind the counter, her slightly longer brown hair pulled up into a half-up, half-down ponytail. She wore a simple white blouse, and a pale yellow skirt, finished off with a brown apron tied around her waist.
She looked up at the sound of the door, a high pitched gasp ripping from her throat. She wasted no time running to you, swooping you up in a tight hug. You felt like your heart was going to burst then and there. "(Y/n), darling!" She spoke happily into your shoulder, not letting go of you. Penelope, one of Brood and Peck's resident puffskein's, rolled into you, flicking your shoe with her long tongue. Poppy finally let go, a large, ecstatic smile on her face. Theodore, an old, one-eyed kneazle, approached you slowly, allowing you to kneel down and pet him. "It seems they've missed you, too." Poppy giggled sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
"You're soaking wet- were you out in the rain for long? I don't want you getting sick- here." She flicked her wand at the fireplace, which lit up instantly, heat seeping into your cold bones. "Stop worrying, my love. I'm fine." You lean down and kiss her forehead, one of your favourite things to do considering the height difference between the two of you. "I bought you something. Two things, actually." You nod to the case of butterbeer that you'd bought for her, while flicking your wand towards your suitcase. It shot open, clothes and knick-knacks flying out and swirling around your home, finding their places on shelves and tables. Into your hand, floats the gift you'd gotten Poppy during your travels. An animated statue of a Sphinx that sat in your hand, it's tail swishing behind it. "I wanted to get you an actual Sphinx- but if course they wouldn't allow that." You laughed quietly, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. "It's gorgeous, (y/n)- thank you." Your wife smiles, taking it and placing it on the counter next to the cash register.
"I'm sorry I don't have anything for you..no nice meals or anything. You know I'm a hopeless cook- and I've been really busy with the shop lately." She sighs sadly, but you're quick to lift her chin with a finger, smiling down at her. "Hey." You say softly, pecking her lips. "It's okay. Seeing you after so long is a treat enough, Poppy." You kiss her again, only this time it's longer, warmer and so much better feeling. A spark ignites in your chest. You'd missed her so much. Your hand comes up to cup the back of her head softly, deepening your kiss as you pull her closer. You run your tongue gently over her bottom lip, to which she gasps shyly. Smirking into the kiss, you force your tongue inside her mouth and release a deep, guttural growl. When you pull apart for air, her face is redder than a phoenix feather. "I've missed you." Is all you say, slipping your wand from your sleeve and flicking your wrist. The door locks swiftly, dark curtains closing over the windows to give you both some privacy.
"Strip." You command her softly, stripping yourself of your dragonhide coat and throwing it on the floor lazily. Your wife nods, already free of her apron, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off, leaving her in a lacy white bra and her skirt. You raise an eyebrow, looking her up and down. She understands immediately, slipping her skirt and shoes off, too. "R-right here? (Y/n), are you sure?" She whispers, brown eyes blown with lust, her cheeks pink. You only mumble a soft 'mhm' into her skin as you kiss down her neck, hands caging her against the desk in the centre of the room.
You pull away, tapping your wand against her chest, her underwear and bra apparating away immediately, leaving her completely bare. Even after you've done this so many times, Poppy still looks shy about showing her body to you. "You're beautiful, baby." You whisper to her, rolling up the sleeves of your white button up. You move to take off your gloves, only to hear her whine loudly. You look up, slightly confused, before she speaks up. "Keep them on." She whispers, before finishing her sentence off. "Please." You smirk darkly, stepping into her and pushing her ass right up against the desk. She whines, especially as your gloved fingers trace down the curve of her hips, lips ghosting her own. You can feel her hot breath on your mouth, practically hear her heart racing in her chest.
"Relax. Let me take care of you." You whisper against her ear, hand stopping just shy of her mound. You run your other down her cheek, slowly across her body until you're cupping on of her perky, cute breasts. She's unable to disguise the moan that rips from her mouth at the action, which only eggs you on further. Your mouth works faster, hot kisses trailing down her body until you take a nipple into your mouth. Your eyes meet hers for a second, which shoots a jolt of warmth down your body and between your legs. Her soft pants are music to your ears, something you'd missed during your months travelling. Sure, you'd sent raunchy owls to eachother, but a letter was nothing compared to the real thing.
Your fingers slip over her clit, teasing her folds. "You're so wet, my love." You say around her nipple, pulling away and showing her your fingers, the black leather slick with her wetness. You tap your finger against her lips, slipping them in her eagerly open mouth. You watch as she sucks her own juices from your fingers, the sight causing your stomach to form knots. Kneeling onto the ground, your tongue immediately finds her clit, a loud, sensual moan pulling from her. One of her hands is white knuckled and gripping the table behind her, the other finding its way into your hair as you work your magic. Lazy, slow kitten licks over her clit have her mewling and grinding against your tongue. You look up at Poppy with half lidded, lustful eyes- she meets yours for a brief second, but quickly looks away. Your gloved hands are on either side of her thighs, holding them open and in place with a firm grip so she wouldn't go anywhere.
As you quicken the pace of your tongue, the hand in your hair grips tighter, only encouraging your further. As your mouth closes around her clit, sucking harshly, you aren't surprised to feel her legs shaking, her pants growing more feverish. "You're already so close. You have missed me, hm?" You speak against her clit, pulling away with a 'pop', a string of saliva connecting you to her wetness. One of your arms wraps around her, supporting her so she doesn't fall. The other, slips between her legs again. Between her own wetness and your spit, she's wet enough that you don't even need to put effort into slipping a finger in. "My, my~ you're tight, baby." You tease her, feeling her head fall onto your shoulder as she whines with pleasure. Your gloved finger works inside of her, stretching her out just enough to slip a second in. The sudden feeling makes her gasp, and you could swear you felt tears wet your shirt from where her head was.
You shush her quietly, the hand around her running soothing circles over her back. "You're doing so well baby. You going to cum for me?" You speak deeply to her, voice husky with lust. She can only muster a shy nod into your shoulder, which is all the invitation you need to shove a third finger inside her pussy, increasing your pace. Your fingers scissor in and out, lewd and wet noises of you finger fucking her the only audible thing besides her moans and whimpers. It doesn't take too long for you to feel her tense up, her walls swallowing your fingers greedily. You can feel her hot, wet cum dripping down your gloves, down your arm and onto the floor. It's lewd and embarrassing, but also insanely hot. "(Y/n), please! Oh God..." she cries out, before you feel her cum all over your hand. Her body tenses, legs shaking as she almost collapses- but, you keep her held up, fingers still deep inside of her as she comes down from her high.
Poppy is panting and whining by the time you're done, but even after she had just cum, she whines when your fingers leave her. You clasp your arms around her thighs, lifting her up and placing her onto the desk. With her safely sitting, you look at her with a loving gaze, sticking your cum covered fingers in your mouth and making a slow, sensual show of licking them clean. She tastes incredible- sweet and tangy with a slight hint of saltiness. "Are you okay?" You ask her softly, placing your hands on her shoulders and pecking her lips gently. "Better than ever." She smiles, looking up at you with nothing but pure love and adoration. "But, what about you?" She asks softly, and you shake your head with a giggle. "We have plenty of time for that, baby. Now, you need to rest. C'mon, let's get to bed. I've missed it here." You smile, placing a kiss to you wife's forehead as you help her to your shared bed.
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Warnings: Potential spoilers for the 'In the shadow of the Study' questline, panic attacks, a single swear, descriptions of pain & angst, but with a fluffy and slightly steamy (but not exactly smutty) ending.
Synopsis: During their time in the scriptorium, reader has a panic attack. Although both Sebastian and Ominis are hesitant, the reader eventually convinces Sebastian to cast crucio on them.
Word count: 1,080
Poly!Sebastian x reader x Ominis
A/n: Reader is gender neutral and can be imagined as a member of any house, although it is implied that they are MC. Also, this isn't proof read please don't come at me. Lemme know if you guys want a part two that's just filthy smut 👀
You felt your heart catch in your throat. Your body tensed up as your eyes sat transfixed upon the aged stone of the scriptorium. The words etched there was unmistakable, the cruciatus curse, the torture curse. The spell that caused excruciated agony to shoot through its victim. You were so stunned you didn't even register the thud of the door locking and closing behind you. You felt sick, eyes refusing to meet Sebastian's as you stood still in place. "What? What is it?" Ominis' voice broke the silence, a mix of concern and fear. "Your Aunt Noctua..she's.." Sebastian paused, looking up at his boyfriend with a sad gaze. "I'm sorry, Ominis..." His words, however vague they may have been, and saddened tone must have been enough to inform Ominis of his Aunt's fate. Ominis' face dropped, but he didn't seem outright sad- probably sheltering his emotions, as he was known to do. It had taken Sebastian and you quite a while to get Ominis as comfortable with his feelings as he was.
"We have to use crucio to get out of here." Your voice finally cut through, wavering a little. Ominis' glazed over eyes widened, and he began to pace. "No, no, no! There has to be some other way. I refuse to cast it-!" He spoke frantically, losing his usual suave composure. You felt like you were going to be sick right now- even the idea of either of your boyfriends being in excruciating pain had you feeling dizzy and emotional. "What if I cast it? That way you don't have to go through that again, and (y/n) won't have to learn it?" Sebastian suggested with an almost alarmingly calm tone, as if he hadn't just suggested using an unforgivable curse.
"Don't be ridiculous, Sebastian! There has to be some other way that we can get out of here. Look around- (y/n), my dear, can you see anything?" His raised voice softened as he addressed you, as did his gaze in your general direction. "There's no other way, Ominis. It's either crucio or we end up stuck in here to die like your aunt." Sebastian spoke again, voice dark and knuckles white from clutching his wand. You couldn't hear what they were saying as your senses became overwhelmed, vision blurring and breaths heaving. You leaned against one of the walls for support, trying to fight back sobs and push down your anxities. Hearing your lovers argue was one of the most painful things to you, and this situation was just becoming far too much for you to handle. It was only when you felt strong arms around your middle that you came back to your senses, Sebastian's familiar earthy scent filling your nostrils. You heard Ominis shushing you quietly, his hand raking through your hair.
"So, you can stop fighting for me, but not for eachother?" You choked out quietly, using the sleeve of your robes to wipe away your tears. You turned to them, tone almost a whsiper as you spoke. "Just cast it on me and get it done with already..please." Sebastian nodded solemnly, knowing it was the only choice they had to escape. "I'm sorry, (y/n)." He spoke barely above a whisper, before a deep red light emitted from his wand, striking you straight in the chest. Before you could even blink, you'd crumpled to the stone floor in excruciating pain. Screams ripped themselves from your throat unwillingly, hot painful tears streaming down your cheeks. It felt like every cell of your body was on fire, begging and screaming for mercy. You couldn't couldn't think, your mind hazy with pain as you heaved out jagged breaths. Eventually, it all became too much to handle, spots dancing in your vision. It felt like you were underwater, barely able to make out the screams of your name from both Sebastian and Ominis.
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By the time you came around, your head throbbed and your mind was foggy. You cracked open your eyes slightly, noting that instead of the cold floor of Salazaar Slytherin's scriptorium, you were on a comfortable couch inside the room of requirement. Although you were in less pain than when crucio had initially been cast on you, your body still ached quite badly. The bright lights overhead hurt your eyes, but you began to sit up nonetheless. "Oh, fuck-!" You gasped out, hand immediately finding purchase on your side as your body thrummed with pain.
Catching movement from the corner of your eye, you gazed over to find Sebastian and Ominis looking at you worriedly, albeit hints of sleep in both their eyes. Judging by their close proximity, your boyfriends had fallen asleep cuddling with eachother. "Don't move too quickly, you're still hurt." Sebastian spoke worriedly, voice a low rumble as he'd just woken up. How long had you been out? Your mouth tasted faintly of the bitterness of wiggenweld potion- had one of them given it to you while you were out? Ominis wordlessly stood, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling into the couch with you. "We're sorry, (y/n). We were both idiots- we didn't think about how our fighting would affect you. You have enough stress on your plate, with Ranrok and the poachers." Ominis spoke quietly, looking to the ground. "I'm especially sorry...I hated having to cast crucio on you, my love." His eyes were glazed over with tears, which broke your heart. "You did what you had to, Sebastian. We would have died in there if not for you having the courage to cast it." You took his hand into yours, placing a soft kiss on the calloused skin. "We were all just under pressure. No hard feelings, okay? I love the both of you very much." You smiled, slowly easing yourself up into a sitting position. Only, to be pushed back down by Ominis, who kept his hand on your chest. A flustered blush rose to your cheeks at the action, your breath catching in your throat.
Ominis used his free hand to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Sebastian followed suit, shifting his own green and black robes off of his shoulders. The brunette placed a warm kiss against your lips, and you felt Ominis' hands working to slip your robes from your body. "I take it you two made up then?" You gasped out between feverish kisses to your lips. "Yes. We did." Ominis replied through kisses to your neck, a hand resting on your thigh. "Now let us make it up to you, love." Sebastian whispered into your ear with a dark smirk, sharp teeth grazing your earlobe. Oh lord, you were in for a long night.
Hi! I'm FelixShii, but you can just call me Felix. This is my first time posting anything on Tumblr, so please be gentle! I've had severe Hogwarts Legacy brainrot lately, so here's just a cute little preference for the main 3 companions + Ominis because I love him. I'm open for requests and ideas if you'd like to throw them my way! For now I'm just writing for these 4, but I'll probably be happy to write for some teachers and other students eventually. I can do fics, imagines, oneshots- pretty much anything. I hope you enjoy reading, and since I'm new here, don't be afraid to come and say hi! 💕
Very slight angst in Ominis' section- squint and you'll miss it, though. Reader is gender neutral and can fit into any house in all my works, unless explicitly stated otherwise. They are implied to be muggleborn in Ominis' section, though.
Sebastian Sallow
• On the outside, Sebastian would be just as charming and confident as ever, if not a little more skittish.
• Once out of your view though, Sebastian would stay up late many nights, pondering and overthinking. Dreams of you, anxious thoughts that his feelings would be one-sided.
• Eventually, it was actually Ominis who pushed Sebastian to confess his feelings to you. He told Sebastian it was because he was 'tired of hearing him shake and rock in his bed like a scared puffskein.' Sebastian knew it was really because Ominis wanted him to be happy.
• He'd ask you out to Hogsmeade by owl, inviting you for a butterbeer. Just the two of you.
•He'd start by talking about something mundane- deulling or classes, but you suspected something was up when he was fumbling over his words.
• When you asked him if he was feeling alright, it was like a dam broke. Strings of almost incoherent sentences spewed from his mouth, and he was blushing like a fool.
• Even with him bumbling like an idiot and as red as a beet, you got the message- and the two of you left The Three Broomsticks hand in hand, with lovestruck looks on your faces.
• With his earlier jumpy behaviour you'd expected something to be up with him, anyway- so him asking you out was only a little surprising.
• You hadn't however, expected Sebastian to lean in and kiss away the butterbeer froth from the top of your lip.
• He of course, only smirked at you smugly, pulling you back to the castle by your hand so you weren't late for class. If you were, he'd take the fall for you.
Ominis Gaunt
• At first Ominis really tries to deny his feelings.
• But he can't help the fact that his heart speeds up or his thoughts get cloudy around you.
• When he realises just how down bad for you he is, he pushes you away. Shuts you out. He didn't want you to get hurt. But, he makes sure to use his connections around the castle even if he's not with you- to make sure you're taking care of yourself.
• He knew what the Gaunts would do to a muggleborn like you if they knew he was romantically involved with you.
• You're really confused and hurt when he starts avoiding you in and outside of classes, and Sebastian is just as oblivious to the situation as you.
• One night you enter the undercroft to do some studying, as it's damp quiet was better than the beast chatter and cauldron bubbling of the room of requirement.
• You stop in your tracks when you hear quiet whining, spotting the crumpled heap that was Ominis Gaunt in the corner.
• He hadn't heard you, judging by how high he jumped in fear when you approached him.
• It takes a lot of coaxing and patience to get it out of him, but he eventually tells you what's going on and why he'd been avoiding you.
• All you can do is pull him closer to you, placing a kiss on his forehead and smiling softly. Of course your safety was his top priority. What a sweetheart. You inform him that his feelings for you are not unrequited, to which he responds by smiling brightly at you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
Natsai Onai
• Natsai, being the brave and confident Gryffindor she is, isn't at all shy or embarrassed around you.
• Even with her feelings for you making her palms sweat and her heart race, she is just as friendly and happy around you as she normally would be.
• Actually confides in her mother for advice- not that she's nervous, she just wanted a second opinion on what to do.
• Her mother tries to read her palms, look at tea leaves and all other manner of odd divination tricks to try and help her.
• Natty knows her mother means well, but she wasn't exactly being helpful with any of this.
• So, after a moment of thinking, Natsai decides she doesn't need theatrics, she'll just ask you out when she wants to.
• So, the next morning at breakfast, Natty promptly sits down next to you at your table and beams brightly.
• Her confidence doesn't falter as she confesses her feelings to you while simultaneously piling her plate with food.
• You're just sat there, stunned at her straightforward nature. But, it makes sense- Natty is a Gryffindor after all.
• It takes you a moment to shake out of your surprise, but you eventually return her wide grin, only able to nod your head yes as she asks you to be her partner.
Poppy Sweeting
• Poppy is naturally a somewhat shy, timid and skittish girl, as most who knew her already knew.
• That is only amplified tenfold when she's around you
• You had caught her staring in your direction a few times in class, and she'd always let out a small squeak of surprise and look away, quickly hiding her rapidly reddening face.
• Every time you've tried to approach her about it, she'd practically ran away, spewing a quick excuse. You were starting to think something was wrong. Had you done something?
• One day to your surprise, Poppy stops you in front of your common room, her head down and something in her hands.
• She shoves it to you wordlessly before retreating quickly, her face bright red.
• Inside your palm is a note. Hand-written on parchment. You notice that most of the sentences are scratched out. The only readable part was the bottom. 'Meet me at the black lake, 9pm.'
• Upon arriving at the requested time, you spot a group of lacewing flies illuminating the lake. More importantly, you notice poppy sitting at the waters edge, fidgeting with something in her hand.
• She tries to act calmly upon noticing you've arrived, but her red face gives her away. She hands you the object in her hand. A pheonix feather- you gasp. It must have been hard for her to get this.
• You notice her breath is coming out in cold puffs, and wordlessly offer her your house scarf, which she wraps herself up in. You knew she was far too shy to say anything herself, so you just laughed quietly and told her that you liked her too. The two of you sat huddled together by the lake for so long that Poppy fell asleep on your shoulder.
